She's Leaving Home - Paul McCartney x Reader

10

I nestle under my duvet, still weeping slightly. I stay there for hours, just thinking about everything that'd happened.

Are Paul and I okay now?

What happens with John?

Will the show tomorrow be awkward?

I decide to finally fall asleep. Laurel was already in a deep sleep when I got home, so she doesn't know I'm upset, or that anything with Paul and John and Claire has even happened. Laurel's my closest (and only) friend, and I feel that I'm losing her to George a bit, but I'm happy that she's happy.

Throughout the night I dream. First, I dream of Lucy. We're in a meadow in the countryside somewhere and I'm braiding her hair. She's telling me about a boy she likes and asks me about the boys. She's heard them on the radio.

My next dream is about Paul. We're in bed together, and I'm facing away from him. He's hugging me from behind and I feel safe and comfortable. I turn to kiss him and he kisses me back. When I pull away I see it's actually John. I let out a shriek and my dream shifts again.

No one is in this dream. I'm in a cold, dark, dank room alone and I'm chained to a wall. I can see all my family and friends out of a small window. They're all so happy.

Then I wake up. Laurel is standing over me, smiling warmly .

'Hello, love'

I smile back at her and sit up, and she sits at the foot of my bed.

'Paul spoke to George, and George told me what happened'

I'm irked that George told her; and not me. I don't tell her though.

'Oh. Right'

'Do you still like Paul?'

'Yes. I think so.'

'What about John?'

I hesitate. Do I like John?

'I'm not sure. I guess we'll see what happens tonight'

'Tonight? It's 4pm, Nance. I let you sleep in'

'Sleep in? The entire day is gone! The show is in 3 hours'

'Which is why I woke you up! Come on, start getting ready'

It's when I stand up that I noticed Laurel is already ready. Her dress is silky and baby blue. It's simply but very pretty. Her hair is curled slightly and her eye makeup is minimal; only mascara and she's wearing baby pink lipstick.

I head into the bathroom and turn on the shower as hot as it can go. I scrub my body and shave. I wash my hair and when I get out I moisturise. I walk over to the beds, drying my hair roughly with my towel. Laurel is holding a bag out to me with both hands.

'I got you this, Nance. You've had a rough day yesterday. You deserve it'

'Laurel, I can't accept this!'

'Please, my treat'

She smiles and hugs me, and I head back into the bathroom to get changed. The dress is cherry red, and is low cut with straps that tie at the back of my neck. It's tight around my torsos but flares out at my waist. It ends a few inches above my knee. It's beautiful.

I decide to compliment my dress with red lipstick, black winged eyeliner and (fake) diamond earrings. Laurel curls my hair for me and puts it into a high ponytail so it 'won't get in my face when I dance'

I spray my favourite perfume and we skip to The Cavern. There's a group of boys by the door and they wolf whistle as we walk in, both of us ignore them though. I catch eyes with one of them and he winks at me; I grimace in return.